Farmer’s Little Girl

  Chapter 159 Candied Haws (120,000 plus more recommended votes from the cloud)

   "Oh, how much sugar is needed, don't make it!"

  Man Bao stayed for a while, tangled for a while and said, "But sister-in-law, I want to eat."

  She felt that since she had promised her nephews and nieces, she had to do it. After all, she was an elder, so she could lead by example.

  Thinking about it, Man Bao insisted, "Sister-in-law, do it, I will buy brown sugar."

The big head didn't run away, and he lay at the door and looked at his mother eagerly. When the little Qian wanted to refuse, he turned on the tip of his tongue. Even the youngest Sanya and Sitou ran up to him, raising his little head and staring at him with eyesight. she.

  Little Qian thinks that it’s winter, and it’s rare for the children to relax, so just make some snacks for them.

  She reluctantly agreed, but asked Man Bao: "Do you know how to make candied haws? I don't know."

  Man Bao immediately said: "I'm going to read a book!"

  Keke has carefully searched out the relevant records and integrated them with her. In fact, the production of candied haws has the same effect, and the yam bean is just one step more than the fruit.

  That is to cook it.

Little Qian has a talent for cooking. Many things Manbao wants to eat are told to make her. Sometimes she can’t tell her clearly. There is little salt and a little oil, and there is no specific amount, but Xiao Qian’s is Know how much to add.

  Feng family, He family, and Zhou Xi all took turns to cook, but to let the whole family from Zhou's family choose, they are very willing that the little Qian family will always be in charge of the kitchen.

It's a pity that she is very busy, and Qian does not want his daughters-in-law to fix one thing. In her opinion, if Xiao Qian is only in charge of the kitchen at home, then their old couple will be gone, and the six rooms will be separated. Little Qian must not be proficient in other things in the room, and the cooking skills of other daughter-in-laws must not be very good either.

  So even if Xiao Qian’s cooking is the best at home, Qian didn’t let her stay in the kitchen all the time.

  The same is true this time. Manbao doesn't know how to make candied haws, and she has never even seen it. But when she said that she should cook the yam beans first, dry them, and then string them with a stick, Xiao Qian knew how to do it.

  She asked Da Ya to wash the yam beans, and then boil the yam beans.

I have eaten yam beans several times at home, and she figured out a way to peel it, boil it at high temperature, take it out to dry and cool, scrape the skin with a bamboo knife, and then gently rub the yam. The skin of the beans came out.

  It's much easier to peel with a knife than when it was still alive, and itchy hands when it's alive.

  Man Bao drooled at the yam bean, and ran to borrow brown sugar from the village chief’s house.

  At this time, it’s too late to go to the big set to buy it, so go to borrow it first, buy it back tomorrow and pay it back.

  Man Bao asked Keke as he ran, "Is the yam bean candied haws really delicious?"

  Keke did not say anything.

  Man Bao didn’t need him to answer, and said to himself, “If it’s delicious, then I’ll eat two more bunches. Yam beans are so delicious, and its candied haws might be delicious...”

  Thinking about it, Man Bao finally looked forward to it, and ran toward the village chief’s house faster.

When she brought the brown sugar back, the little Qian had already chopped up the chicken and stewed the yam beans. The big ones were working hard to peel the yam beans. This is an advantage for more children in the family. Some people do this kind of scattered work. No adults spend time.

   Then Xiao Qian looked at the fire while carrying Man Bao into the kitchen to study how to put the candied fruit on the candied haws.

  Man Bao, of course, read according to the information given by Keke. Xiao Qian listened to her endorsement. She didn't understand many things, so she had to explain.

  When she finally figured it out, the chicken and yam beans were also cooked.

Little Qian put the vegetables out, cooked some cabbage, and then walked out, and said to the children who were rubbing the skin excitedly: "Okay, let's eat first, and then make it after eating. Big head, go quickly. Call grandparents, grandparents, uncles, aunts, and aunts back for dinner."

  A group of children have smelled the scent a long time ago. Although meat is often eaten at home this year, they still cannot help drooling at this time.

  The big head turned around and ran towards the next door. Da Ya and the others also stopped and went to set up tables, chairs, and tableware.

  Man Bao is in charge of standing aside and waiting to eat. Of course, she is checking how well the yam beans are peeled.

Although Xiao Qian agreed to make candied haws, she didn't want to get used to the children. She collected most of the two big bamboo baskets of yam beans, and cooked the rest and peeled them. Then she put them all out. Stew it with the chicken in the pot.

  She has never made candied haws, and she is not very confident about it, so she unceremoniously poured a lot into the pot, thinking that if the candied haws fails to be made, it is stewed with chicken, is it not wasted?

  She thinks that the dishes that have been stewed with chicken are all delicious. You can see that the adults and children at the dinner table kept eating the yam beans after eating the chicken.

So the remaining yam beans, one bunch after Xiao Qian’s cooked, found that there were only seven bunches. She glanced at the children and decisively peeled out one bunch from each bunch and put it on the other bamboo stick. Well, there were eight. Skewered.

  Eight children, none of them are missing.

  Man Bao finished teaching Da Ya what they want to recognize today, and when he ran over and saw it, he said, "Sister-in-law, how come there are so few strings."

   "A lot, there are seven or eight on each string."

  Xiao Qian’s began to cook sugar.

  Sugar is not cheap, and brown sugar is more expensive than maltose. Xiao Qian’s was afraid of spoiling the sugar, so he set the fire down very small. If he really couldn’t cook it, he would boil a spoonful of water and boil it into sugar for everyone to drink.

  Brown sugar for blood.

   Knowing nothing, Man Bao squatted and drooled while watching the brown sugar in the pot.

  In order to facilitate the operation, Xiao Qian did not use a big pot, but a small pot.

  Man Bao said as he swallowed, "It smells so good, it smells better than the sugar we usually eat, Sister-in-law, I will not eat maltose or candies in the future. Is it good to eat brown sugar?"

  Little Qian knew that Man Bao didn’t like sugar very much, so he nodded after thinking about it, “It’s okay, then every morning I will boil eggs with brown sugar for you to eat.”

  Man Bao asked, "Is it delicious?"

   "It's delicious," Xiao Qian said of course: "Eggs are delicious, brown sugar is also delicious, two delicious things together, it will definitely be more delicious."

  Man Bao doesn’t think the eggs are delicious, but the brown sugar looks really delicious. Anyway, she can’t stop drinking the egg water. It’s also good to eat brown sugar and boiled eggs.

  Man Bao responded happily.

The brown sugar was getting thicker and thicker. Xiao Qian estimated that it would be soon. Some awkwardly put the skewered yam beans into the pot for a while and then picked them up. Seeing the brown sugar falling down, she couldn't hold the yam beans, so she went to use it again. The spoon hangs up a bit.

  The first string is not very smooth, making Xiao Qian's sweat.

  But she didn’t struggle, and soon picked up the second string...

  (End of this chapter)